so i spent fifteen minutes on that grassy bank i know so well, on a day of october indian summer. thinking of people and happenings from that year of discovery. the blue of the sky, the red of the leaves overhead, the green of the grass, the silhouettes of the modern brick buildings behind me, they were all the same.
so easy to slip back into the past.
and one face kept returning to me, the face of that boy who leapt through his room window to join me on the grass one summer evening. i can still hear the crunching of his shoes on the red pebbles and see the sun catching the gold lights in his eyes and hair.
and so we sat side by side on the grass and talked of nothing in particular, when there was so much to say, there was more to our year than that, there was more that is now forgotten.
but i'll always remember that sunset on the green grass on a bright day in the north.
